I'll never eat breakfast at a Subway again, especially at one housed in a gas station and whose workers are young people who got up far too early...after all, it was only 8:30 am. But if you must eat there (which we felt compelled to do because our motel was handing out $5.00 Subway vouchers to compensate for the closure of the restaurant they had been sending people to for a free full breakfast)...if you must, when the sullen server reaches into the refrigerator to pull out the 8-inch yellow and white disk--a discolored round of something they call an egg--try to pretend you didn't see it. Don't watch her slap it on the flatbread. But be sure to answer "yes" when she asks if you want it toasted. Imagine eating that cold.
The One World Shop in Ephrata, PA is by far the largest such store I've ever been in. Decent Beans-and-Something wrap at their cafe. Clerk at main desk mentioned her plans to drive to Montana in a couple of weeks, and I told her we'd be doing that next month. She'd made the trip often because it's her husband's home. They sort of count Davenport IA as their jump-off point since they go to the American Pickers' store/museum just north of there. Most sought-after recommendation? Don't miss the Corn Palace. It's decided; we will stop in Mitchell, SD. But I think we will skip the Pickers' place.
The Bird-in-Hand Farmers' Market is one more sign that the Amish aren't above making a quick buck off the "English." If you go, stay in the food section; skip the kitsch.
Arrived at Rebecca and Aaron's around 4:30. Nice al fresco dinner at The Cafette down the street. Given lunch, I had to try the ribs. Delicious!
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